(This is long. But it’s about 50% pictures.)
So I had another birthday, this past Sunday, 9/22. It was a fairly low-key weekend — spent it with John, who fussed over me and took me out for a lovely dinner Saturday night. I got some very nice greetings via Facebook, Twitter, and email. And some fun presents!
The first was an early surprise from Jay — a hot/cold beverage Beatles tumbler, printed all over with their songs. Check it out! Also check out my bare naked… face. On second thought, don’t.
Makes me smile every time I drink from it. Thank you, my friend!
Next, last Friday, I got a small package in the mail. I didn’t recognize the return address; some talent agency in Hollywood. To digress for a moment — most of you who have known me for more than five minutes know about my almost life-long celebrity crush on David Selby, who played Quentin Collins on the old cult classic horror serial Dark Shadows. So imagine my surprise when I opened the package and found this:
(Damn, that man’s face still takes my breath away.) But who sent it? I flipped through the book, thinking a card might fall out or something, and then saw this:
I know his autograph. I have it on many things. And for about two seconds, my heart was pounding.
Calm down, Erica. David Selby doesn’t know it’s your birthday. David Selby doesn’t know your address. David Selby, if he would remember you at all, it would be as that pushy woman who planted a kiss on him at the Dark Shadows Festival nine years ago.
Then I checked the rest of the mail, and saw a card from my buddy Dave Wolfe, of Wolfie Toons. And put two and two together. Sure enough, he was behind this. Wow. What a cool and thoughtful surprise. I love you, Wolfie! Thank you for being my friend all these years. ♥
When I came home on Sunday, I found a big beautiful bouquet of flowers on my doorstep (from John) and an Amazon package from my friend Lily Starr. The contents made me laugh out loud. Lily has a Chihuahua named Buster, and she knows how much I adore Chihuahuas. I know they have a bit of a rep for being scrappy and yappy and cranky, but I think they are just so damn cute. Anyway… she sent me a stuffed Chihuahua so I could have my own “Buster.” I put him on my desk next to Grumpy Cat, who as you can see is thrilled…
As it happens, this birthday did not include any cake. Booooo! But Lily made sure I had a version of my favorite cake anyway. 🙂
And in case you’re wondering, it is absolutely delicious. I know some coffee aficionados (read: snobs) think flavored coffee is plebeian, but I don’t care. I love it!
Did I mention flowers?
Yeah, I got a lot of flowers. 🙂 I love flowers. My place smells so nice.
Finally — this isn’t really a birthday present, but John found this guy being given away (it had to be from a child who had outgrown him, because he’s in perfect condition) and brought him home for me.
Isn’t he CUTE???
I named him Marlon. Marlon the Minion. However, John couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of this name.
John: “Hey, can we bring Marion to lunch with us?”
Me: “Who’s Marion?”
John: “You know, Marion.”
Me: “No, I don’t. Who the hell is Marion?”
John: “The minion!”
Me: “That’s Marlon. Marion is a girl’s name.”
John: “It’s a man’s name too!”
Me: “Yeah, but it’s a sissy name for a man!”
(And yes, before some of you get on me, I know that John Wayne’s real name was Marion. I don’t care. I couldn’t stand the SOB, and he had a stupid name to boot.)
John: (taking the minion to my car) “Don’t forget Marlo!”
Me: “Marlon! Marlo is a girl’s name!”
John: “Isn’t there a guy named Marlo? You know, a cop or something?”
Me: “You mean Detective Philip Marlowe?”
Me: “Marlowe is his last name, honey. And besides, he’s fictional.”
Anyway, I’m really too old for a giant stuffed minion, but I’m keeping him regardless.
I told my therapist about all the goodies when I saw her yesterday. She gave me a wry smile and said, “Wow… some people actually like you. Imagine that.”
Yeah… imagine that.
It was a sweet birthday. As for the much overdue birthday spanking? (sigh) Latest on that is maybe next week. Maybe. Ugh. D said he’s still drowning in work, but maybe he can squeeze in some time — he suggested coming over early in the morning before he goes to work. My reply to him was I don’t care if it’s in the middle of the night, at this point. I swear, if I wait much longer, we’re going to look like this:
(thanks to Jay for sending me that!)
And thanks to everyone who sent greetings, good wishes, presents, cards, whatever, and for thinking of me. It means a lot. ♥
So, I totally laughed all the way through this. 🤣 It’s such a fun, feel good post, and it feels good to be laughing again. Thank you for the mentions, my friend! 🥰 I’m so glad you had an enjoyable birthday weekend. You deserve to feel cared about and loved because you most definitely are! ❤️🌹
A belated happy birthday to you Erica. I hope you still get that spanking!🌹🌹🌹🌹
Jay — thanks, sweetie! I love to make my friends laugh.
bklynny — thanks, and oh gawd, I hope so too!!
Happy birthday Erica! You got some cool gifts. Raise the Beatles’ cup today in a toast to Abbey Road 50 years on.
Hermione — YES!! Thank you.
Anonymous — thanks!
“I know that John Wayne’s real name was Marion. I don’t care. I couldn’t stand the SOB”
You are right. He used to beat his wife Pilar, and not in the good ways we can enjoy. She told her lawyers that, in my firm, as they were preparing for court. There are few things lower than that.
Mark — he was also anti-Semitic and homophobic, among other things. Our all-American hero and icon was an ignoramus and a pig.
Belated happy birthday, Erica!
Clearly, to have become a celebrity yourself.
MrJ — thank you. No. I am not.
Rather late, but Happy Birthday Erica 🙂
Obviously it’s pointless for me to hope that you had a good day, because judging from your post, you did indeed.
However, I can meaningfully hope for you that you’ll get a solid birthday spanking (or two…) within a short while of now 😉
All the best,
Kyrel — thanks so much. And good grief, I hope so too!
Thanks for sharing your birthday joy, Erica!
Yes, when I spoke with David, and told him your birthday was approaching, he replied, “Oh, thanks! I read her blog all the time, and she’s the one started all these women kissing me at personal appearances! That’s a great thing!”
Now I’ll be accused of burning my britches behind me. Which would be a switch, in more ways than one.
I like your Actual Size Minion, your new chi-hoo-ah-hoo-ah, and love your bare naked face!!
Dave — riiiiight, when you spoke with David. Yeah, you know, somehow, I don’t think he appreciated my doing that in front of a long line of women. But I just had to. (grinning) Thank you again!
ahhhhh if i were just closer . that b/day spanking would light up the room .
Alan — really…
well hopefully … lol that and your smile when it was over .
Happy belated birthday. I’m glad you finally got your birthday spanking.